There was one other time that Zarek had found himself in a situation such as this. It hadn't been on a stage as grand as this, the circumstances had indefinitely been tweaked, his opponent had a different caliber of talent, but a closer look would show a similiarity. The World Heavyweight Championship. Bobby Johnson was a challenege that would prove to be to much for Zarek, but would this time prove to have the same outcome? Certain factors would reveal more a chance in Zarek's favor than before. Drew was an adversary known to Zarek twice before, so there was something to expect, he wasn't comepletely in the dark. Drew did have the advantage dealing with the steel confinements that would suround the duo, but Zarek has had his fair share, as well. Both would reveal an opponent that possessed much more experience than him, but then again, Zarek was never one to let that stop him. As of late there had been evils within the BUD walls, but would they be vanquished? Of course. But not by the likes of someone such as Drew Stevenson.

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play, and we ride on them things like everyday. Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roaming, and parties don't stop until eight in the morning. Or, you know, so I hear. It was just a few days after Christmas, where everybody seemed to be on the street. Taking back gifts, buying more with money receieved from relatives, and everything in between. It was around nine in the morning, and the days were still cold. Mostly everyone could be seen with some type of warm cloths, complete with jacket, earmuffs, beanie, the whole nine yards. A local park would show the structures to be overcome with children. A sea of them constantly running from one side to the other, exerting the highest amount of energy possible into anything. Off to the side, would be the man of the hour. With a jacket, and beanie of his own, sits Zarek Lyle on a wooden park bench, a book in hand. It's flipped open to a certain page, a gray bookmark receding out of the page. Zarek reads it over in his mind, before looking up at the camera that has zoomed in on him, his blue eyes glistening in the morning light.

"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will - a legacy."

With a smile, he replaces the gray bookmark back into the book, and slams it shut. Leaning back into the bench, he gazed out into the great sea of people. All so joyful, so happy that they recieved their hearts desire for Christmas. Zarek on the other hand, didn't have a twinkle in his eye, but yet, he wasn't unhappy either, just content. Content on the fact that he wouldn't recieved what he wanted until a later time. December thirtieth to be exact, when he would meet Drew Stevenson in a cage match for the most prestigious title in BUD.

"I've had a somewhat successful run here in BUD since my debut in January. Nobody knew the name Zarek Lyle, and nobody thought it would be one to remember. Apparently, certain people thought wrong, seeing as how I'm still here and now headling a Pay-Per-View. I started out low on the totem pole, just another face in the crowd, but the BUDvision Championship soon found it's way into my arms, despite the fact that I was still very much a rookie. Almost a year later, and the World Heavyweight Championship is yearning to be in my grasp. I may not have won as many titles in BUD as you have Drew, but that doesn't mean that I made any less of an impact."

He makes a slight laugh, a flash going through his mind of moments leading up to this point. The trials and tribulations of Zarek Lyle aren't something behind the camera, but something that played out into the homes of millions. They know what he's been through, and they know how hard he's worked to get where he is today. It comes with no wonder, as to how they all know how much he wants this. Since the moment he stepped into a BUD ring, people were speculating and rumors were flying that he would one day hold the World Heavyweight Championship. At Krystmas Kaos, that prophecy just might come true.

"Determination comes in many different forms, and is expressed differently by different people. Just because someone doesn't bookinterviews every chance they get, or cut promos like they're going out of style, doesn't mean that person is any less determined. I've been mental preparing, and it works for me. Apparently, Drew, you don't think so. I just ask you to remember that when my hand is raised and I'm crowned champion."

He placed the book upon the empty seat next to him, that had remained in his hands until now.

"Apparently I'm also not good enough to take on the heavyweight division, in your eyes. Did you fail to see that both of our track records when it comes to the BUD Heavyweight title, aren't that great? One more time, both of our track records. So what makes you more worthy of the heavyweight division over me, Drew? The fact that you've been in the buisness longer, and have more experience? Leaky Format's also been in the industry longer than yours truley, but you don't see the Heavyweight title around his waist. For someone who claims he won't underestimate me, you're sure doing a hell of a job contradicting yourself. Makes my job a bit easier."

He simply shrugs. In Zarek's experience Drew had a massive amount of talent, but it was overshadowed by his tendency to be over arrogant. Maybe Drew never knew that he was coming off in such a fashion, but his constant reminder to the audience that he's not arrogant, or underestimating his opponent, would prove otherwise. Drew has potential, it's been said tons of times, but it's also believed that he is yet to tap into that potential.

"My whole BUD career is made off of not second guessing myself, and infact, my opponents second guessing me. Isn't that what you did the first time, Drew? You doubted the fact that I was actually worth something, and look where it got you. I would assume that your attitude towards me has changed since then, and I can only hope that you'll be able to go all out for this match. I highly doubt this match means as more to you, than it does to me. I've been here for almost a year, and disregarding a few minor injuries, I've been here the entire time attempting to work my way up to the big prize. You come, you go, you walk back in and get a title shot. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you don't deserve it. Your track record in other federations, and even this one prove to be more than enough to grant you a title shot. Your display of talent more than speaks for itself. But how exactly, could you want it more than I? You question my determination in this match, when in reality I should be questioning yours."

Zarek raises his eyebrow abit, almost launching the question into the minds of the millions watching.

"I know exactly what I am capable of, and even though you claim to know, I really don't think you do. I'm sure you didn't plan on me winning the BUDvision battle royal back in February, and I'm sure you didn't plan on me defeating you a couple months ago either. I even doubt you thought I had it in me to make it to the actual headlining match for the Heavyweight strap. If you still doubt my ability, then you obviously have no idea what I'm capable of."

Everything he had ever done had all added up to this cage match at Krystmas Kaos. Drew on the other hand, had competed for such a prestigious title several times in his life. So Drew knew what exactly to expect, but would he be able to handle Zarek? In the closest thing they've had to a singles match, he wasn't able to get the job done. So how will he fair with such a strap on the line.

"It is a bit exciting knowing that we've done this twice before, and both times have come out with a different verdict. There's no doubt that the fans have been waiting for a third match, and the right moment presented itself in Krystmas Kaos. This is more than just another main event match, Drew, and I know that you know that. It's a chance at redemption. Not just for us, but the entire BUD. I won't be so arrogant as to say that everything is riding on this, but I'll say a lot. There'll be blood, sweat, tears, and everything else that comes with the description of the job. Are you ready for that Drew? Do I even need to ask? Because I already know your answer."

A cold as ice breeze suddenly hit Zarek on the side of his face, almost numbing it. You could hear the wind cutting through the still air. With that, Zarek flipped his hood up a bit.

"So we've been through this before, and you've mentioned many times that this is our rubber match. That also means that I pretty much have your wrestling style, and you, mine. That's one of the things that makes this match so interesting. I know you, Drew. In turn, I respect that hell out of you, but you'll do well not to get over arrogant with yourself. Don't think for one second you'll be walking out of Krystmas Kaos with the belt without putting your heart and soul into it. I'm willing to pull out all of the stops, and I know you like to say you are, but are you really? With your 'injury' are you willing to bypass the pain in order to look towards the ultimate goal?"

With that, he paused and gets up on from the wooden park bench. He slowly begins walking around the the structures that are in front of him, as the cameraman attempts to walk backwars, keeping the camera on Zarek. After a few sconds, he begins to speak again.

"You see, I respect you and one side of me thinks of you as a great wrestler. Someone that might actually be able to beat me at my best, and walk out of that cage with the title on your shoulder. But you see, there's this otherside talking to me. The devil in my ear, if you will, that whispers something else, something you don't want to hear. Some may compare you to Seifer, while I've heard from several others that you are vastly overrated. It makes me think, am I overrating Drew Stevenson? Is he really this 'hero' that I make him out to be? Should I honestly be looking up to this man, this much, or is he just another face in the crowd that someone decided to hype? What I am asking from you on Sunday, Drew, is to prove the critics wrong. I know what you can do, but you're going to need to re-convince me, that you're a force to be reckoned with. Show me the man that is Drew Stevenson."

Zarek leans up against a nearby pole near the street corner

"You've had your time on the top of the mountain. I'm betting you've had several minutes of fame in your wrestling career, and now you're saying you want more? You're even going as far as to say I'm not ready to hold such a prestigious title such as the World Heavyweight Championship. Now, that's just greedy. Haven't we already been over this, Drew? It's not a very smart thing to question my heart, and I more than anyone, will always prove you wrong in that aspect. Just try me. There's only room for one hero in BUD, Drew. At Krystmas Kaos, we find out who it is."

A glance across the street would reveal a car with a personalized liscence plate of Zarek L. Zarek looks down to the right, then to the left, taking precautions just incase there were oncoming cars. There were none. The sound of Zarek's vans hitting the road echoed throughout the parks, and for a moment it seemed everything was quiet. Unfortunantly, Roger Velera, a 31 year old local, was right around the corner in his F150. Maybe his wife had suddenly gone into labor, maybe his inlaws were on their way over, or maybe he forgot to pick up his son from a winter baseball game. Whatever it was, Roger felt the need to speed around the corner and crash right into a familiar man crossing the street.

Zarek hit the front of the truck and was immediatly propelled upwards, causing him to roll up onto the hood. Mr. Velera immediatly hit his breaks, and Zarek rolled back down, hitting the pavemement hard. A loud shriek was heard, as some rushed to the scene. There was blood pouring from somewhere, and blood splatters on the truck's hood. The cars began to back up, and all onlookers covered thier mouth in horror. Then, all that's seen is a limp body.

Static.